You Want Disappointment With That?
Disappointment indeed. Saturday I really was able to rally the troops to head out to the Haunted House. Not only is it a big deal to get that many people on the same page but to actually have them agree to go to a Haunted House is huge. Spirits were high, beer was consumed, apps were in abundance, some cheered some cried (at the Sox game) then it was off to Melrose Park. Now for those of you not from around here, Melrose Park is suburb about 30 minutes west of Chicago. For us city folk thats a drive and one that we don't like to do often. Again, another reason it was amazing so many agreed to go.
Anticipation was building the closer we got and some were still debating on whether or not they would even go IN (something to do with bad childhood associations blah blah blah) Then, as we neared the appointed destination for this house of fun, we saw it. The big, ass, ginormously looong line that snaked along the building and continued around the corner. My heart sank. An attempt was made by someone saying "well, maybe it won't take that long, maybe we should just try since we did drive all the way out here." Gawd bless that person but even I, worshipper of all things Halloween, had to say HELL NO! That line would have been at minimum and hours wait and it was already 10:45pm (it closed at 11pm but if you were in line at the stroke of eleven, they would still let you in). Plus it looked to be all high school kids of the extreme obnoxious variety (are there any other kind?) It just would not have worked out to anyone's favor. So, sadly, we turned the cars around and returned to the confines of our beloved city. Noting that the line hadn't moved one inch since we got there.
Back in the city, a semi-party broke out at Casa de Melmar. Firecrackers were lit, cocktails flowed, and to humor our guests we showcased our wedding video. It actually IS funny to watch. Eventually everyone parted ways and at least the night ended on a high note.
Then came Sunday. The other complete major let down of this weekend, the Sox. I can't even type what they did and what they will be playing in. You know that big thing where a big trophy is handed out at the end to the team that does something really good. I have the "and birds live in a round stick. You can point to *things over easy* with toast" syndrome. (If you can tell me what movie that quote is from then you really are a movie connoisseur.) Its horrible. My stomach actually did churn at the news. All I kept thinking is "its not fair. its just not fair. how can this be happening?" Funny thing is, when they showed the fans celebrating all over it really wasn't much. PE pointed it out that when the Cubs were in it there were like 40 bazillion fans lining the streets around Wrigley (every game) and spilling out of bars yet by Cellular Field maybe MAYBE 200 people. Gee, why is that?! I'm just very sad at this outcome. I guess I'll be a good Chicagoean and at least say its good for the city of Chicago. Thats all I will ever say about it. Stupid fing Cubs making me have to say something like that. Very disappointing.
But to even it out, I did get to buy my very lovely, everyday plates on Sunday. Because shopping always makes it all better...right? Right.
Anticipation was building the closer we got and some were still debating on whether or not they would even go IN (something to do with bad childhood associations blah blah blah) Then, as we neared the appointed destination for this house of fun, we saw it. The big, ass, ginormously looong line that snaked along the building and continued around the corner. My heart sank. An attempt was made by someone saying "well, maybe it won't take that long, maybe we should just try since we did drive all the way out here." Gawd bless that person but even I, worshipper of all things Halloween, had to say HELL NO! That line would have been at minimum and hours wait and it was already 10:45pm (it closed at 11pm but if you were in line at the stroke of eleven, they would still let you in). Plus it looked to be all high school kids of the extreme obnoxious variety (are there any other kind?) It just would not have worked out to anyone's favor. So, sadly, we turned the cars around and returned to the confines of our beloved city. Noting that the line hadn't moved one inch since we got there.
Back in the city, a semi-party broke out at Casa de Melmar. Firecrackers were lit, cocktails flowed, and to humor our guests we showcased our wedding video. It actually IS funny to watch. Eventually everyone parted ways and at least the night ended on a high note.
Then came Sunday. The other complete major let down of this weekend, the Sox. I can't even type what they did and what they will be playing in. You know that big thing where a big trophy is handed out at the end to the team that does something really good. I have the "and birds live in a round stick. You can point to *things over easy* with toast" syndrome. (If you can tell me what movie that quote is from then you really are a movie connoisseur.) Its horrible. My stomach actually did churn at the news. All I kept thinking is "its not fair. its just not fair. how can this be happening?" Funny thing is, when they showed the fans celebrating all over it really wasn't much. PE pointed it out that when the Cubs were in it there were like 40 bazillion fans lining the streets around Wrigley (every game) and spilling out of bars yet by Cellular Field maybe MAYBE 200 people. Gee, why is that?! I'm just very sad at this outcome. I guess I'll be a good Chicagoean and at least say its good for the city of Chicago. Thats all I will ever say about it. Stupid fing Cubs making me have to say something like that. Very disappointing.
But to even it out, I did get to buy my very lovely, everyday plates on Sunday. Because shopping always makes it all better...right? Right.
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Remember what we said honey, you are not allowed to speak about that experience. ; )
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